04/24/2026
Mary Ann Moir—my sweet, kind mum—passed away on April 21st from glioblastoma. Watching her wilt from the vibrancy she once exuded, and supporting her transition from this life to whatever comes next, has been exhausting and heartbreaking.
I'm a tough person, tough enough to step back and practice what I teach: our bodies will keep going until they're forced into illness or burnout. So I believe in stepping back to respect that fine line between balance and sabotage. I put my own oxygen mask on first, my friends.
Many things in my life are amazing right now, but losing my mum is something I knew I needed to properly mourn. I knew I'd have to find my own peace—and take time away from creating peace for all of you. I can't show up to your appointments and have you try to take care of me. When I come back to work, I will genuinely be able to say "I'm good, thank you for asking" and mean it.
Your session is about you, and it's my code to make sure you always get my best care.
Thank you again for all the love, I will see sooner than later ❤️